Reflection Eternal, Bahamadia, Xzibit - Chaos lyrics

We are rhyme sayers
We lead you like a beacon
Of light, out of the chaos
Cuttin down overzealous players who stare
When the winners of the game
Walk in well prepared, climbin the stairways
To heaven while you scared of
The people livin under-
-ground heard the sound of the clap
Made you wonder
If it was a gun, the crowd, or some thunder
All of that was out my
Window when I was younger

Now I'm much older, lyrically clap MC's
If you don't know by now
Let me acquaint you with my steez
(C'mon) I don't get on stage
And waste your time niggas got a lot to say
But they just can't rhyme they just babies
I snatch em out they incubators


Attach them to respirators
They breathin hard like Darth Vader
Hard as candy and suck like Now or Laters
After a while your style's tasteless
And it GOT NO FLAVOR

Projects my eyesights to the heavens
Like dead or wise sages
Release what I hold sacred through
My book of rhyme pages scripts be ageless
Like scrolls from dead sea
The cadence off and on like
The motion of Tai Chi
Ba ha ma-D, wor-dy, to Reflect, Eternally
Science to a remedy to help
And get my people free, but
Little support, got my thesis on freeze
My only option's doin bootlegs
For the Japanese
Get about eight G's, a heavy buzz overseas
Sacrifice a pill to mainstream and
Do what I believe, cause
Down to the chromosomes I'm a
Purist to this artform
Enlighten who I touch and let
The world catch on

Yeah, we your rhyme sayers
Who lead you like a beacon
Of light, out of the chaos
Cuttin down overzealous players who stare
When the winners of the game
Walk in well prepared, climbin the stairways
To heaven while you scared of
The people livin under-
-ground heard the sound of the clap
Made you wonder
If it was a gun, the crowd, or some thunder
All of that was out my
Window when I was younger

Oppose for the nine
How no content sections of the earth
Walkin vexed, out of my sticks
Laced on every verse
My cells begin to peak at
Least a hundred thousand hertz
Meanin my joint's prevalent in
Fat Beats and Footworks
I cater to these markets first
Cause they gravitate to me
And appreciate the vision of
What I do musically

Mmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmm!
I walked in and they stared
See how they screwin me break you down
Til you ain't the man you used to be
Domination of my jurisdiction
People's addiction to lies
It blurs the lines between
The fact and fiction
Now we back omission, I fix
Your face for you, keep yappin
You start to hate the man in
The mirror like Michael Jackson

Majors they try to hold me captive
But mine are figure factions
But the foundation of Hip-Hop hold
My braincells for ransom i chance none
Fuck them spots on charts and number one
If it's meant, then I'll accept it gracious
When the time comes
This grassrooted curriculum
Got me sprung like twisted ankles
Experience is missable
So I approach it from all angles and
Inject some substance deep inside
Of rap's core
Takin emceein back to where it was before

Call us Liberty like the
Bell of Philadelphia scenery
Me and Bahama-D
Style free like Mumia need to be
Seein me, feelin me
We right here on the level
Turnin hardrocks to pebbles
Exposin the devil
Lyrical olympian like John Carlos
Winnin gold medal
Take that bass out your voice you
Talk to me in treble
I'm "Serious" as Steady B so
You know I ain't playin i'm stimulatin
Makin crowds MOVE like
Organizations in Philly
Keep it positive, my prerogative is exercise
See through the chaos with my third eye
Word I exhibit the exquitiness
Since a child I was vivid
Throw your hands in the air if you with it
Dig it

Yeah, we your rhyme sayers
Who lead you like a beacon
Of light, out of the chaos
Cuttin down overzealous players who stare
When the winners of the game
Walk in well prepared, climbin the stairways
To heaven while you scared of
The people livin under-
-ground heard the sound of the clap
Made you wonder
If it was a gun, the crowd, or some thunder
All of that was out my
Window when I was younger

Seven-eighteen, to five-one-three
We meet at two-one-five
Reflection Eternal, Bahamadia, yes yes

Yo listen the fuck up y'all
It's Mr x to the Z Xzibit
Broadcastin with the home grown
That's right
They straight out of my backyard
The Beat Junkies
On Rawkus Records understand me?
It's Soundbombing 2!